Nowhere || Beomjun | yeongyu ||

Chapter 3: Not so mean?

Beomgyu was sitting cross-legged on the still mattress-less double bed, his gaze fixed on Yeonjun. The silence in the room was thick and palpable, broken only by the faint sounds of Yeonjun tapping on his phone. Beomgyu couldn't help but stare at Yeonjun, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wondered about the strange device in Yeonjun's hands. It looked like a phone, but it didn't resemble any he had seen in his own world.

Despite his curiosity, Beomgyu hesitated to ask. He was well aware of Yeonjun's cold and distant demeanor, and he didn't want to provoke him further. The memory of Yeonjun's harsh words still lingered in his mind, and he didn't want to become the target of his frustrations again.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence, making Beomgyu flinch slightly. Yeonjun shot him a cold glare before standing up and walking towards the door. Beomgyu strained his ears, trying to catch snippets of the conversation outside. He could hear voices, but the words were muffled and indistinct.

After a few moments, Yeonjun returned, carrying a large carton in his hands. He placed the carton in front of Beomgyu, his irritation evident in his actions and his words. "Yours," he said curtly before returning to his own bed, once again turning his attention to his phone.

Beomgyu couldn't resist the urge to find out what was inside the carton. He sat down on the floor, directly in front of it, and began to carefully open the flaps.

As he pulled back the cardboard, his eyes widened in surprise. Beomgyu's eyes widened even further as he noticed a sleek and modern smartphone nestled within the carton. It was the same model as the one Yeonjun had. Atleast thats what he thought.

Beside the phone, he found a variety of clothes, as he had initially discovered. But what struck him as odd was the assortment of different styles. There were hoodies, t-shirts, and tank tops—items one might expect for different seasons or occasions. Beomgyu glanced around, trying to gauge the temperature in this unfamiliar world. It had been cold outside, but the clothes in the carton seemed to suggest a mix of seasons.

beomgyu couldn't help but glance at Yeonjun, who was using his phone, seemingly lost in his own world. The air between them was thick with tension, and Beomgyu felt a sense of unease. But he couldn't ignore his curiosity any longer.

"Um, Yeonjun," he began hesitantly, "can I ask you something?" His voice quivered slightly.

Yeonjun glanced up, his expression blank as he responded, "What is it?" His tone lacked any semblance of warmth, causing Beomgyu to hesitate for a moment before continuing.

"I noticed that the clothes in the carton are... well, a mix of seasons. It's a bit confusing. What season is it here right now?" Beomgyu inquired, trying to make sense.

Yeonjun's eyes flickered with irritation, as if he found the question bothersome. "Sometimes it's cold, and sometimes it's hot," he replied dismissively, his attention already returning to his phone.

Beomgyu finished sorting through the clothes and other items in the carton, trying his best to be silent and unobtrusive as he organized everything into the cupboard. He didn't want to disturb Yeonjun, who seemed to be engrossed in his phone and clearly didn't appreciate any interruptions.

Despite his best efforts to keep quiet, a small noise escaped as he accidentally knocked over a container. Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the sound might have irritated Yeonjun even more.

But to his surprise, when he glanced in Yeonjun's direction, he found that the he was still engrossed in his phone and seemingly unaffected by the noise. It was as if Beomgyu's actions were of little consequence to him.